So I Forgot.

You remember my little latex rant?

Yeah the whole reason I wrote it was in part due to a bandaid emergency at work. I had sprung a leak in my latex-free paster (which is much closer to the reality of my bandage than the typical bandaid) and needed a new one to keep my pantyhose from becoming soiled by goop. I went to put the fresh one one, I'm talking bathroom one leg out of my pantyhose (work required folks, so not a personal choice here) ripping the packing open only too wonder if the lovely thing was latex-fee. It wasn't, to be sure. And on top of it there was the handy dandy warning against reaction.

Though no one saw me, I was thoroughly embarrassed by the whole episode (which is why I'm writing it in a conspicuous place like the internet) but survived.

So tell me big world, why is latex still infesting everything when it is a common enough allergy that it has it's own warning label?

Yeah, that's what I thought, makes no sense. Neither does having to remind the dentist that not changing gloves could kill me.